I will be crowned king

"Carlos Osteria, the man blessed by the Ring of Order and the king of the Clovis people, had a rough life. For his kingdom, his people gave everything; the kingdom prospered because of him, and all Thousands of people enjoy peace because of him..."

In the magnificent throne room, Luther Franz, who was wearing a bishop's red robe, held the "Original Canon" in his hand and stood alone beside the coffin in front of the throne, chanting in a relaxed manner with his eyes lowered and not nervous. While reciting the eulogy, everyone in the hall could feel the grief and sadness in his heart.

It seemed that he was just here to say goodbye to an old friend, but it contained solemnity and solemnity.

Anson and Ludwig, who were the last to enter the hall, quietly walked under a certain pillar and hid behind countless people, appearing inconspicuous.

The two of them raised their gazes, and the first thing they noticed was not the most conspicuous Archbishop, but the figure of Sophia Franz among the crowd standing at the bottom of the steps and surrounding the throne. There was no way, a dozen of them had white beards. It is really difficult for people not to notice that a young girl suddenly appears among the old men.

Especially the dress carefully prepared by Old Alfred: a dark long skirt with a simple pattern outlined with silver thread, which perfectly fits the girl's moving figure. The skirt and shoulders have sharp lines, paired with a white scarf and shirt. On the bottom, the hair is tied up in a high bun... the image of a fierce and strong man, who is not angry and self-powerful is ready to come out.

In the words of Alfred Sr., this is her second best clothing style. After all, almost all the inquisitors dress in this style.

What, you ask her which style is her best? Then you have to ask Lisa, who has several new clothes, and a certain little clerk who was forced to be a model for several days and was crying without tears.

In front of her and a middle-aged and elderly figure, Queen Anne, who was also dressed in plain clothes, lowered her eyes and concealed her sadness or other emotions with her hair and hat brim. The young man tried his best to look calm and composed, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at his performance anytime and anywhere.

Anson then winked at Ludwig, who nodded understandingly.

Yes, that is Crown Prince Nicolás Osteria, the theoretical first heir to Carlos.

At least judging from his performance, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not seem to be affected by the people around him, and his relationship with Queen Anne is also very good; of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is pretending. After all, except for his biological mother, the entire Clovis is probably There are not many people who sincerely support his succession.

For Queen Anne, the Crown Prince is almost her only support. If any other member of the royal family succeeds to the throne, it will be a disaster for her; but for a girl who is just eight years old and has no foundation at all. The young king who doesn't understand the purpose of running a country, and the queen who is now well-respected and loved and has royal blood in the empire, isn't she the only one who can be trusted?

"...We mourn a deceased king here, not just to remember him and recall his faults and achievements during his lifetime; but also for the kingdom of tomorrow to continue to prosper under the inheritance of the spirit of the previous king." Lu Archbishop de Franz’s words echoed leisurely under the vault:

"If the departure of the king will lead to the destruction of the country, it will mean that the Clovis people have forever lost the blessing of God and their special status of proud independence in the world of order; all our glory and success are just luck, and they are What is not blessed by God is filthy and does not deserve to exist!”

"But we all know that this is not the case. The Clovis people have overcome all obstacles and survived the most dangerous dark ages, proving their greatness; such a country is qualified to continue to shine with her glory in the next generation."

"Carlos...he is a shining star above this glory." Luther Franz raised his voice slightly: "We inherit his glory and continue to shine on everyone in the next generation..."

In the silent hall, many people suddenly frowned.

Inherit the glory of the late king, and don’t feel that the sky has fallen because of the king’s departure... These eulogies of the archbishop are obviously not just mourning Carlos, but a straightforward statement to everyone: Before the death of Carlos II Those decisions must be implemented, and none of you can stop it!

The dignified Archbishop of Clovis, the chief confidant of Carlos II, the shadow chancellor and first minister of finance of the kingdom, Luther Franz is certainly qualified and capable of saying such things - but that is in secret.

On the surface, he was the archbishop of the Diocese of Clovis, and it was an iron law that the church should not interfere in secular affairs; these words spoken by Luther Franz were tantamount to openly trampling on this iron law.

Of course, he said it very tactfully, and it was placed in the eulogy of Carlos II. He could explain it any way he wanted, and no one would have the courage to offend the archbishop in person and accuse him; but this did not prevent them from noticing He saw the changes behind the incident and smelled the bloody murderous intent in his words.

"It seems that Old Luther... has made up his mind." In the crowd, Viscount Bognar couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy to see the Archbishop make a desperate move in his lifetime."

"At this point, if he doesn't make a desperate move, will he still have time?"

Mrs. Catalina was still not convinced: "Carlos is dead, and he has aged terribly. If we don't hurry up, will we have to wait until we are buried before we can do what we want to do?"

"Yes." Viscount Bogner suddenly laughed: "Among the few of us, you really know him best."

Lady Caterina snorted coldly, but did not refute. She kept staring at the figure in front of the coffin without blinking.

There was still silence in the throne room, silently listening to the Archbishop's melodious eulogy.

"Fabian...that subordinate of yours has gone to the inner court to ambush."

Ludwig suddenly didn't look back and handed Anson a note with names written all over his backhand: "This is the list we just confirmed, but it probably isn't all of it. You'd better start thinking about the next plan as soon as possible. ”

"Are they really planning to take action?" Anson looked slightly surprised: "Who gave them the courage?"

"Of course it's... me."

Ludwig turned his head expressionlessly: "Almost two-thirds of the Whitehall Street police are related to the Franz family, but nominally this is still an armed force directly affiliated with the royal family; pretending to be tired It is not difficult for me to deal with the work of the War Office and have no time to take care of the affairs of the police in Whitehall Street, allowing those nobles and royal family members to win over their own people who are loyal to them..."

"Of the two thousand police officers I transferred, at least one thousand took bribes from them... Of course, with my personal permission."

"I see." Anson's face was full of admiration: "Of these more than a thousand people, do you have confidence that they will not betray you?"

Ludwig raised his eyebrows contemptuously.

"Of course... not at all."

Silently hiding the note, Anson smiled politely.

"But through this method, we also know which security personnel in the palace have problems and which ones are worthy of our trust." Ludwig continued methodically: "There are not many opportunities left for those people. Today is almost the best time." The opportunity - take advantage of the chaos to get rid of the Franz family, and then let us become the culprits who killed the Queen and His Royal Highness, and support a member of the side royal family to ascend to power, it will be a matter of course."

"So even the royal family members they plan to support are among your targets?"

"This is all for the prosperity and prosperity of the kingdom, and for His Royal Highness Nicholas to gain a firm foothold at the beginning of his succession." Ludwig said expressionlessly: "A few dozen heads are always more cost-effective than thousands or tens of thousands; Ost No matter how noble the blood of the Telia family is, can it still be better than most of Clovis City?"

"Amazing." Anson showed a formulaic fake smile: "As expected of a loyal minister of the kingdom."

"Each other."

Ludwig was too lazy to be polite: "Everyone is doing it for the kingdom, so there is no need to be so hypocritical."

"Okay." Anson shrugged: "Then when will we do it?"

……………………

"Right before the funeral ends?!"

The old man on crutches looked slightly surprised and said in disbelief: "This is the funeral of His Majesty Carlos. Are you planning to kill his queen and his only bloodline at this time?!"

"Keep your voice down, old Renard!"

A figure hiding behind the old man quickly made a silent gesture: "This is also a last resort. Her Majesty the Queen has been completely controlled by the Franz family. Her Highness is too young to take on the important task of controlling the kingdom! "

"Although it is very regrettable to say this, for the Kingdom of Clovis, this is the best choice; or do you plan to watch the Franz family completely control the kingdom, allowing those untouchables and country people to Entering the house?"

"Yes, Old Renard, there is really no other way, and we don't want to do this." A voice immediately echoed from the side: "I guess in your Majesty's mind, the importance of the kingdom must exceed that of your own family. Bar?"

"Yes, yes, yes...so if we kill his queen and only son, His Majesty will not blame us, but will also praise our loyalty."

Old Renard was expressionless: "But it seems that you have already planned it, why did you come here to tell me?"

"Of course it's because we are all His Majesty's loyal ministers, and there are no secrets between loyal ministers!" The figure hiding behind came closer and smiled hypocritically:

"Ahem...another reason is that if things succeed in the end, we need an army to assist us from outside the Osteria Palace to suppress some traitors who are unwilling to accept reality. Your son...Julian Renner I am the commander of the fifth infantry regiment of the Storm Legion, and the Storm Legion is currently the only army that will be tacitly allowed by the Ministry of War to enter Clovis City..."

"So you hope that I can convince my son to join you... as a loyal minister?" Old Renard "finally" suddenly realized: "But he is still in the military camp, how can he help you?"

"He is in the military camp, but the commander-in-chief of the Storm Legion is in the palace; once the commander-in-chief is killed, he will definitely ask for his army to enter the city as soon as possible, and we can manipulate the envoys sent... …”

The figure took a deep breath: "We don't need him to do anything extra, as long as he can maintain the situation and stand firmly on the position he should stand on."

"Understood." Old Renard nodded: "Then what good will it do to him?"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. When children grow up, they also have their own ideas. It's not something that a father like me can impress with just a few words. If you want your children to behave well, you have to prepare a piece of candy as a reward after doing something." ?”

"Of course, that's totally reasonable."

"So, where's the candy?"

"So... when the matter is settled, the positions of Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion and Chief of Police of Whitehall Street will be vacant, and children who deserve rewards also deserve to have a choice." The voice became more meaningful: "It's just that we don't know, As his father, can you still control your grown-up child?"

"His last name is Renard."

Old Renard said solemnly, with undoubted power in his tone: "No matter where he goes, no matter where he goes, his surname is Renard... he must obey the will of the family."

After he finished speaking, everyone behind him showed expressions of satisfaction.

"Three minutes left."

Ludwig, who was hiding in the crowd, secretly glanced at his pocket watch, and his breathing became obviously rapid: "If nothing else happens, the opponent's first batch of assassins are outside the throne room door, and they may attack at any time - yours." The adjutant seemed very confident in himself and took the initiative to take over this task."

"It's the deputy commander. There's another adjutant." Anson corrected: "Outside the door, how did you plan to cover up the gunshots in the first place?"

"I'm not prepared because I don't need to."

"……unnecessary?"

While Anson was stunned, Luther Franz in front of the coffin suddenly raised the "Original Canon" in his hand:

"...Everyone, no matter how we remember, His Majesty Carlos has left this world forever; we can be in pain, we can be sad, but we should know more clearly that this is definitely not what His Majesty wants to see, and it will never let His Majesty happy."

“What he hopes is that his kingdom can continue to prosper, and that his loyal ministers can continue to work hard for the future of the kingdom and devote their efforts to create a more glorious and glorious glory, so that the kingdom can embark on a bright and endless journey. the way."

"All we can do is not to let his precious legacy be wasted in vain, not to let his precious spirit lose its inheritance, and not to let his death become a footnote to the end of Clovis's strength."

"So...please applaud and cheer, to say goodbye to our Majesty Carlos who has returned to heaven, and also to say goodbye to ourselves who are about to embark on a new road..."

As the words fell, a thunderous sound sounded both inside and outside the hall.

I have diarrhea, the update is a bit late, I would like to apologize to everyone...